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"A solitary child, Roy did not like to socialize with other children. He preferred to be alone or in my company. We started school at St. Thomas More. Father chose it out of all the area Catholic schools because he liked the janitorial staff. Some parents interview the teachers or the principal; ours interviewed the custodians. They believed that a well-cleaned school was a good school." page 35


"Throughout our childhood, Roy and I had built four separate forts on that same secret spot. He was a perfectionist and insisted we tear down the old one each spring and start from scratch. The forts were our territory, off limits to the adults, except for early in the construction process when Father was enlisted to take Roy to the lumberyard pick out his new two-by-fours and plywood." page 21


"Mother had a policy for living that she often shared with her children. Her trim figure perched on the edge of a lawn chair, she would lean back in one of her rare moments of reflection, the bright sun caressing her face, and say, 'Keep the best and forget the rest.' Not once did I hear her complain about the poverty of her childhood, about her parents' broken marriage, or her own early loneliness. She was a jolly and playful woman with a quick laugh and a ready smile." page 27



"I stared into my father's face. He was an extraordinarily handsome man, I thought, with an epicene quality that lent him a youthful air, even now, as he slipped into middle age. More than I wanted God back, more than I wanted to feel the surety of faith that Father felt, I wanted to feel close to my Father again. But I could not lie to him." page 52




"Roy was a runner. From fourteen, when he began, till the day he died, it was his passion
-- a silent, wordless and continuous need for movement. He got shin splints and blisters, he pulled muscles; the house was infused with the smell of Ben-Gay. He ran seven hundred miles that last summer alone, in and out of every side street, across the city and back. He had long ago chosen his role: the long distance man." page 67


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